Bottled  Bubbles

How small the funnel then

My breath sending circles

Left

Right

High

"Blow" mother said

The colors like rainbows

Floated tiny dreams skyward

Popping ever so gently

Time passed

With a big boy’s hollowed out ping pong paddle

I ran in circles

Holding firm the maker

Trailing fantasies aglow

A bigger ring of joy

A magical super wand

Making daydreams float even higher

And greater

Time made me older

My son’s  first exposure

As he lay atop the grass

Beaming

Giggling

Staring

As I too passed on lineage of joy

Blowing all things pretended skyward

Thoughts embraced  my adulthood

Hovering reveries forever seductive

The launching of merely bigger bubbles

Destined to pop

Becoming but yesterday’s perceptions

Today

My pillow drenched with fatigue

My IV holding watch

My temperature rising

My breathing unsure

Fevered ending ever present

I close my eyes

Ask air and space create smiles for my sorrow

Set afloat glittering images

For my dreams not yet burst

For my childhood memories fading fast

For that time when

Bubbles were just bubbles